Eleven Reasons why Rumpel and Belle are certain they love each other.
11 Reasons General theme: Eleven Reasons why Rumpel and Belle are certain they love each other.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Character/s or Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Prompt: 7-Kindness
Title: Pyramus and Thisbe
Rating: PG
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: Knowing my luck, Romeo and Juliet will actually become cannon characters in Once. Just wait. And then I'm screwed.
Belle usually cleaned in an exceptionally good mood, doing obnoxious and distracting things such as humming or dancing. A smile was almost always on her face--at least it showed itself once she became accustomed to the Dark Castle. So when Rumpelstiltskin noticed Belle frowning that morning as she scrubbed the library floors, he knew something was amiss.
He hovered around her for a long while, wanting to say something, ask her what was the matter, yet not capable of finding a reason why he should.
Then she started sniffling.
Rumpel had been feigning interest in a book and now slammed it shut. "What!" he shouted, whether it was at her or the heavens he wasn't quite sure.
Belle had been on her hands and knees scrubbing the ground. She looked up at him and he could see the glimmering in her eyes that indicated tears being held back.
"I--" One tear dripped when she lost concentration on holding her tears. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.
The Dark One was at loss. He wasn't mad at her, so he couldn't yell at her for crying. Was it that she missed her family?
Rumpelstiltskin didn't know, and didn't honestly was to be the one to deal with this behavior. He felt as if he should say something but seeing as he couldn't decide what was wrong, kept his mouth clamped into a frown.
Belle sat up, folding her legs onto themselves. Her shoulders were slumped forwards, which was odd since she had always had such fine posture. "I'm sorry I read a book that..." Another tear made a fleeing escape down her face. She wiped it away. "I'm sorry for disrupting you."
He genuinely didn't know what to say. What a stupid thing to cry about! A book!
"Show me this story," he said.
She got up and walked straight to the bookshelf on which it was located. The lack of hesitation with which she found it amazed him. She had obviously become very familiar with the library. Belle pulled a thick book with a leather cover off the shelf and began to flip through the pages until she found the particular---passage? Rumpelstiltskin guessed---that had caused her to become so doleful.
"It's the tale of Pyramus and Thisbe," she said.
Rumpelstiltskin eyed the book with a sour look on his face. "This is the reason why you're crying? Why, this tale is the basis for the play which we only discussed recently--Romeo and Juliet! You were not so sad when we spoke then."
He had hoped that this realization would cause her to stop crying, to allow him to return to his wits and not be so constantly distracted with her manner.
"But these characters, I feel more attached to them, I care or them more than I did Romeo and Juliet, so their ending..." Belle didn't look Rumpel in the eyes as she spoke; she looked down at the hem on her skirt.
Rumpelstiltskin turned his head to the side and rolled his eyes in exasperation. He clicked his tongue at Belle's silly claim. He had been away from people for so long that he had forgotten how whimsical they could be, crying for characters from books. He simply couldn't understand the fuss.
"Well," Rumpelstiltskin looked at Belle halfway. Instead of looking her in the eyes he settled at staring at her cheek. "You can't be cleaning and crying at the same time. You'll only be puttin' in half the effort. He looked down at the floor with a distasteful expression on his face. He couldn't actually find any faults in her work, but to have her clean his floors while miserable... He couldn't find it in himself to do that. She wasn't his slave.
Belle looked very confused. "But what will you want me to do?"
"You will read," he walked over to the bookshelves and browsed his selection. "Something that will make you well enough to work again." He picked a book he knew was so positive and sweet it would make one's teeth hurt. He handed it to her.
She dipped her head downwards in a bow. "Thank you." She still looked to be in awe as she walked across the room and settle on one of the couches to read.
Having nothing else to think about, Rumpelstiltskin grabbed a book off the shelf and sat down across the room, in a chair opposite to her. While he read, he continually looked up at her. Halfway through with her book, Rumpelstiltskin finally saw a light smile dust her lips, but didn't have it in him to make her work without finishing it. It was so peaceful, to be bathed in sunlight and refreshed with the words of someone else's world.
He fleetingly thought that she was softening him, but didn't care to ponder the consequences.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Character/s or Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Prompt: 7-Kindness
Title: Pyramus and Thisbe
Rating: PG
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: Knowing my luck, Romeo and Juliet will actually become cannon characters in Once. Just wait. And then I'm screwed.
Belle usually cleaned in an exceptionally good mood, doing obnoxious and distracting things such as humming or dancing. A smile was almost always on her face--at least it showed itself once she became accustomed to the Dark Castle. So when Rumpelstiltskin noticed Belle frowning that morning as she scrubbed the library floors, he knew something was amiss.
He hovered around her for a long while, wanting to say something, ask her what was the matter, yet not capable of finding a reason why he should.
Then she started sniffling.
Rumpel had been feigning interest in a book and now slammed it shut. "What!" he shouted, whether it was at her or the heavens he wasn't quite sure.
Belle had been on her hands and knees scrubbing the ground. She looked up at him and he could see the glimmering in her eyes that indicated tears being held back.
"I--" One tear dripped when she lost concentration on holding her tears. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.
The Dark One was at loss. He wasn't mad at her, so he couldn't yell at her for crying. Was it that she missed her family?
Rumpelstiltskin didn't know, and didn't honestly was to be the one to deal with this behavior. He felt as if he should say something but seeing as he couldn't decide what was wrong, kept his mouth clamped into a frown.
Belle sat up, folding her legs onto themselves. Her shoulders were slumped forwards, which was odd since she had always had such fine posture. "I'm sorry I read a book that..." Another tear made a fleeing escape down her face. She wiped it away. "I'm sorry for disrupting you."
He genuinely didn't know what to say. What a stupid thing to cry about! A book!
"Show me this story," he said.
She got up and walked straight to the bookshelf on which it was located. The lack of hesitation with which she found it amazed him. She had obviously become very familiar with the library. Belle pulled a thick book with a leather cover off the shelf and began to flip through the pages until she found the particular---passage? Rumpelstiltskin guessed---that had caused her to become so doleful.
"It's the tale of Pyramus and Thisbe," she said.
Rumpelstiltskin eyed the book with a sour look on his face. "This is the reason why you're crying? Why, this tale is the basis for the play which we only discussed recently--Romeo and Juliet! You were not so sad when we spoke then."
He had hoped that this realization would cause her to stop crying, to allow him to return to his wits and not be so constantly distracted with her manner.
"But these characters, I feel more attached to them, I care or them more than I did Romeo and Juliet, so their ending..." Belle didn't look Rumpel in the eyes as she spoke; she looked down at the hem on her skirt.
Rumpelstiltskin turned his head to the side and rolled his eyes in exasperation. He clicked his tongue at Belle's silly claim. He had been away from people for so long that he had forgotten how whimsical they could be, crying for characters from books. He simply couldn't understand the fuss.
"Well," Rumpelstiltskin looked at Belle halfway. Instead of looking her in the eyes he settled at staring at her cheek. "You can't be cleaning and crying at the same time. You'll only be puttin' in half the effort. He looked down at the floor with a distasteful expression on his face. He couldn't actually find any faults in her work, but to have her clean his floors while miserable... He couldn't find it in himself to do that. She wasn't his slave.
Belle looked very confused. "But what will you want me to do?"
"You will read," he walked over to the bookshelves and browsed his selection. "Something that will make you well enough to work again." He picked a book he knew was so positive and sweet it would make one's teeth hurt. He handed it to her.
She dipped her head downwards in a bow. "Thank you." She still looked to be in awe as she walked across the room and settle on one of the couches to read.
Having nothing else to think about, Rumpelstiltskin grabbed a book off the shelf and sat down across the room, in a chair opposite to her. While he read, he continually looked up at her. Halfway through with her book, Rumpelstiltskin finally saw a light smile dust her lips, but didn't have it in him to make her work without finishing it. It was so peaceful, to be bathed in sunlight and refreshed with the words of someone else's world.
He fleetingly thought that she was softening him, but didn't care to ponder the consequences.